The night before the tournament, Mo Qingyan found an empty room in the temporary lodging area for applicants. It was a small, austere room: a hard bed, a table, and a window overlooking the academy courtyards. She didn't mind the simplicity.
She closed the door, sat on the bed, and spent several hours mentally reviewing the combat techniques she remembered from her previous life, adapting them to her current Initial Foundation Establishment level.
She slept little, but deeply.
At dawn she rose, washed herself, and changed. The official uniform for tournament applicants was a fitted black dress, elegant in cut but practical for combat. The fabric clung noticeably to her body: accentuating her extremely narrow waist, her small but firm breasts, and above all, her large, round, and perfectly defined ass. Every movement caused the fabric to stretch tightly over her curves.
Qingyan glanced briefly at her reflection in the window. She frowned, but said nothing. She couldn't change her body.
She headed to the Tournament Zone: a huge stone plaza surrounded by stands where hundreds of applicants and academy disciples had already gathered.
From the moment she appeared, eyes fell upon her like rain.
Several male disciples turned their heads as she passed. Their gazes inevitably dropped to her ass, which moved with every step despite her straight, arrogant posture. Some whispered among themselves. Others simply stared openly.
Qingyan ignored them completely. Her expression was cold and distant, as if no one around her deserved her attention.
She reached the waiting area for the tournament and stood in silence. On the main judges' platform, she saw a tall, handsome young man around 19 years old, wearing the inner disciple robe of the academy. It was Li Wei, the senior disciple acting as one of the minor judges for the tournament. His eyes immediately locked onto Qingyan and didn't leave her. He shamelessly scanned her figure: her waist, her breasts, and especially the prominent ass that the black dress highlighted mercilessly.
Qingyan felt the gaze, but paid it no mind.
She continued ignoring everyone.
The tournament began.
One after another, the fights took place. Most were quick and brutal. Qingyan watched coldly, evaluating the participants' levels. The majority were at Advanced or Peak Qi Refining. Very few had reached Foundation Establishment.
Finally, she heard her name:
"Mo Qingyan!"
She stepped onto the arena with calm, elegant strides. Her black dress fluttered slightly in the wind. The crowd murmured at the sight of her. Her beauty and figure drew far too much attention.
Her opponent climbed up shortly after: a robust young man around 18 years old, with an arrogant expression and a mocking smile. When he saw her, he let out a contemptuous laugh.
"Well, well… look what we have here. A pretty-faced slut. Are you really here to fight? You should be on your knees somewhere else, serving the real disciples."
The crowd laughed and whistled.
Li Wei, from the judges' platform, announced in a clear voice:
"Match between Mo Qingyan and Zhang Mu. Begin!"
The instant Li Wei finished speaking, Qingyan vanished.
It was a clean, fast movement, almost imperceptible to most spectators. In the blink of an eye she appeared behind the young man. Her open palm struck with lethal precision against the back of his neck.
There was no blood. There was no spectacle.
The young man collapsed like a sack of rice, unconscious before he even hit the ground.
Qingyan straightened up without the slightest change in her cold expression. Not a drop of sweat, not a single stain on her black dress. She simply turned around and stepped down from the arena as if nothing had happened.
A stunned silence fell over the plaza.
Then the murmurs and exclamations erupted.
Li Wei, from his seat, couldn't take his eyes off her. His gaze was intense, calculating… and clearly interested.
Qingyan returned to her waiting spot without looking at anyone, as if the fight had meant absolutely nothing to her.
Inside, her mind was cold and satisfied.
Qingyan's strike against her first opponent was so fast and clean that it left the entire plaza in silence for several seconds.
Then the murmurs erupted.
On the elevated judges' platform, several professors and elders of the Cloudy Mountain Academy leaned forward, clearly surprised. Their eyes were no longer focused solely on the result of the match, but on the young woman in the black dress who was stepping down from the arena without batting an eye.
"Peak Qi Refining… and she just broke through to Initial Foundation Establishment," murmured one of the higher-ranking professors. "That movement… we didn't even see when she moved."
Another gray-bearded elder, known for his strictness, nodded slowly.
"Monstrous talent. I want to take her as my personal disciple."
A third instructor, from the sword techniques branch, spoke with enthusiasm:
"Her Qi control is exceptional for her age. She should come with me. I can teach her the Nine Clouds Sword."
The voices grew louder. Several professors and elders began arguing among themselves, casting glances toward Qingyan. Some even stood up from their seats to observe her better.
Qingyan, for her part, returned to her waiting area without looking at anyone. Her expression remained cold and arrogant, as if nothing happening around her deserved her attention.
The tournament continued.
One after another, the applicants stepped onto the arena. And one after another, Qingyan defeated them.
Each fight lasted less than ten seconds.
She would appear, strike once — a fist, a palm, a finger to a vital point — and her opponent would collapse unconscious or be knocked out of the arena. She didn't use flashy techniques. She didn't show her full power. Just enough to end the match cleanly and completely.
The murmurs among the spectators and judges grew with every victory.
"That girl… is a monster."
"Where did she come from?"
"Look at her figure… but her strength is terrifying."
Li Wei, from his position as judge, couldn't take his eyes off her. His gaze was intense, shamelessly tracing her narrow waist, her small but firm breasts, and especially her large, round ass that stood out with every step she took when climbing onto or descending from the arena.
Qingyan ignored all the stares.
The finals arrived.
When her name was announced for the last time, the plaza fell into expectant silence.
Mo Qingyan stepped onto the arena in her fitted black dress. The light wind moved the fabric slightly, accentuating her curves.
Her final opponent climbed up shortly after.
He was a young man around 19 years old, tall and athletic, with an arrogant and confident expression. His aura clearly indicated he was at Mid Foundation Establishment — a level higher than most of the participants.
The young man looked Qingyan up and down without any restraint. His eyes lingered especially on her ass and the way the black dress clung to her body.
A lewd smile appeared on his face.
"Wow… what a beautiful prize I got for the finals," he said loudly so everyone could hear. "You're really gorgeous. When I defeat you, I'm going to enjoy touching you a lot. That body of yours is made to be grabbed."
The crowd burst into laughter and whistles.
Qingyan remained completely still, her expression cold and distant. She didn't respond. She didn't even look at him directly.
Li Wei, from the judges' platform, raised his hand and announced in a clear voice:
"Final match of the Admission Tournament.
Mo Qingyan versus Zhou Chen.
Begin!"